The Paraíso of Mexitropolis is a colossal, cultured nation, ruled by Earwig LeStrande Lautrec BonBon-Cloud with a fair hand, and notable for its national health service, irreverence towards religion, and hatred of cheese. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 6.375 billion Mexitropolitans are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, liberal morass — juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Welfare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Pinkrock. The average income tax rate is 95.7%.

The thriving Mexitropolisian economy, worth 699 trillion gummy worms a year, is extremely specialized and mostly made up of the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 109,747 gummy worms, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The government has legalised small-scale capitalism, mums always ask their three-year-olds for permission before hugging them, the government is washing its hands of alleged corruption, and extreme hiring regulations mean a job in Mexitropolis is often a lifetime appointment. Crime is totally unknown. Mexitropolis's national animal is the teddy bear, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Mexitropolis is ranked 3,033^rd in the world and 2^nd in Absurdistan for Highest Foreign Aid Spending, scoring 3,458.06 on the Clooney Contribution Index.